It was....different

Sparing you the why I was spending New Year in Bristol and at The Clifton Club for New Year's Eve, it merely leaves me to say it was different! Save for one tweet when Mrs Bossa told me she was having a Studio 54 vibe night and I fessed up I wasn't, I bore up well. The location was splendid, the company good but when my sister in law and I lowered our expectations from requesting Yaz The Only Way is Up to the Beatles A Hard Day's Night we knew we weren't going to be killing our feet on the dance floor.

The most striking event of the night was me catching some old duffer (who apparently was a brain surgeon) snogging, passionately I might add, a women who later I realised wasn't his wife. Somethings never change on New Years Eve regardless of age and social standing.

You know nothing can wrong when greeted by a potted plant and a warm fire rather than a bouncer or two

At least the men were suitably attired

What I sat down to

It was all very splendid in a very old school charming way

Seeing in the New Year eighteenth century style

I have no idea how to play backgammon but I would have taken it up in advance had I known it was an option!

Instead I choose to make like Betty Draper or Joan and sit at the bar wearing the Calvin Klein dress as Mr MDS broke the zip on my first option a lovely vintage number from Penny Dreadful Vintage (but in fairness I might be a few pounds heavier - opps!)

Mmmm midnight approaches champers or drambuie - oh hell both!

The view from the window and outside of the Clifton Club

More Christmas lights on the streets of Clifton taken prior to some women stumbling out of a wine bar declaring she 'was wankered'

The soon to be launched Cote brasserie in Clifton by the owners of the Ivy - they can smell money and good times. It does look like it will be lovely and it runs downstairs of 3 buildings so will be quite large.